Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by CMW. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Cameo,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.